so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
i'm waiting for the less fat version of him to text me
Somehow I feel more guilty using her razor then I do having sex with her boyfriend...
I would do laundry with you but I vaguely remember swallowing all my quarters last night as some kind of trick.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
I cried singing "call me maybe" on the way home from the bar. What the fuck
The best part about drinking boxed wine is you can blow up the bag and use it as a pillow
There's a chance I told a cop that I was ready for him to strip I may have even taken some ones out of my purse and stuck them in his holster
Two drag queens are fighting over me. And yet the night is still getting weirder
I'm just gonna eat nachos and wine fruit forever.
I really have to stop having sex with people I sell drugs to...it feels unprofessional
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
Whatever. I just want to indulge in this mcchicken and forget all about his tiny penis.
I'm pretty sure our sex is better than most foods and that says a lot too bc I really like food
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